Author Archives: wickedywitch
Autumn glory
I love all the seasons from the balmy warmth of summer to the glorious colours of autumn. The starkness of winter so black and white yet so powerful in its contrast. Autumn to me heralds the end of summer business … Continue reading
Disappointment
Have you had a moment in your life where you feel deeply let down? Where you ask for help which doesnt come easy and your left sorting it out yourself yet again? This has happened to me, I felt a … Continue reading
Wickedywitch poetry -Inner Scream
INNER SCREAM My Inner scream is out of control, Churning and burning my inner soul, Pain and confusion reigning within, Years of hurt surfacing with all it brings. Years of chipping away has taken its toll, As tears roll unchecked … Continue reading
Wickedywitch 29th April 2013
Sorry I haven’t been on the blog for a while, it’s been a rough week or so. I returned back to work and found it much more difficult than I had imagined, frustrating to say the least. My head felt … Continue reading
Wickedywitch Stories – The Secret Lifeof Annie -Part 19
Laura lay quietly; she could hear movement downstairs and didn’t want to attract attention to herself. She started to shake, not from cold but fear; she kept playing over and over in her head what had happened with her dad. … Continue reading
Wickedywitch 13th April 2013
A fast going week this has been, the weather had been up and down, from warm and sunny to windy and rain. The fence decided to fall even further and still no nearer to finding the much needed deeds to … Continue reading
Wickedywitch Stories – The Secret Life of Annie – part 18
Wayne had been bombarded with questions from Annie, until he had to stop her and sit her down. He went through all he knew, that Laura hadn’t been since last Tuesday, when she had finished work she had gone and … Continue reading
Wickedywitch – Gift ideas for my grandparents
My grandmother was an amazing lady, of very independent nature. Born and bred Scottish woman who wore her tweeds and sensible brogues till the day she died. She would walk her dog five miles in the morning and five miles … Continue reading